83 Richards Bgm

First time I ever put that jersey on It fit me like a glove and all my nerves were gone Underneath those Friday night lights was where I was meant to be I can still hear mama screamin that's my boy number eighty-three We didn't win too many games that year Two or three if memory serves me right But I learned so many lessons Underneath those stadium lights Yeah to most it was just a number a way to tell us boys apart But t me it was my pride and joy where id leave my mark The only place on earth where I felt free Was standing out there on that fifty yard like Wearing number eighty three These days I traded in that jersey for this old guitar Singing my songs on the blvd Yeah the lights have changed to neon but that's alright with me Standing up here singing songs about being free To some im just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy, where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Is standing up here underneath these lights Singing through these six string To some I'm just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Standing up here underneath these lights Yall singing back to me Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa... Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa...

I've these dreams I'm Walking home Home when it used to be And everything is As it was Frozen in front of me Here I stand Six feet small Romanticizing years ago It's a bitter sweet feeling hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the Radio And these days I wish I was 6 again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me Had it made in 83 Thinking bout my brother Ben I miss him every day He looks just like his brother John But on an 18 month delay Here I stand 6 feet small And smiling cause I'm scared as hell Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie Where the actor's names have changed Well, well these days I wish I was six again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me If my life was more like 1983 I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me And most my memories Have escaped me Or confused themselves with dreams If heaven's all we want it to be Send your prayers to me Care of 1983 You can paint that house a rainbow of colors Rip out the floorboards Replace the shutters but That's my plastic in the dirt Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my lunchbox When came the day that it got Thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say In that decision If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life